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The Center |
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Dominique-Simone Senior Member
since 2005-11-12
Posts 643
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The center sound reasonable cautious filled with hope hovers still above the room the oak wainscot dinged from abrupt chairs attempts to look brilliant our eyes meet in a hush suitcases packed full of our stuff and your clothes sit boldly at the door your hand hesitantly moves towards the brass knob tears dry clinging to the corners of my eyes watch in careful silence the center holding it all together builds pressure a manic clock ticks echoing in our calm the sofa large and inviting sulks with memories your headache seems to grow standing 20 feet apart a hallway longer than I remembered puts us at a distance to hard to overcome withered flowers, resting on the hall table beg for attention I see you Instead the center chasing your feet out the door falls desperately as the doors shuts We always wanted children |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
I love your sulking sofa. Great work Page.  |
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Dominique-Simone Senior Member
since 2005-11-12
Posts 643 |
Lady you are so kind... Thanks a bunch |
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